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    Ogre in the Playground
     
    Planetar

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    "Alright, maybe you can tell me the tune I should play to get you over to our side? There are some books around here too. Maybe we just need to hit the right tune to get you in phase or something. Drek, I should have listened to my mother."

    Despite the fatigue, Lanius redoubled his efforts to get a quick and steady beat going.

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    Troll in the Playground
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    The prisoner frowned."The drums aren't magic, just regular handmade drums from home.. Unless you're a bard too, you playing on the drums shouldn't do anything..."

    She trailed off. HER drums weren't supposed to be magical. She knew that,even if she didn't know how. But a different memory tugged on her as well...

    "Okay, even I think this is a bit weird, but when I was little,I used to imagine what it would be like to get shrunk and placed inside a drum. Don't ask me why or how I know, but I think that's what's happening here."
    Avatar of Lukas Stormlord the Paladin done by the Lovely Ceika!

  3. - Top - End - #333
    Ogre in the Playground
     
    Planetar

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    "You want to tell us, that you are actually inside these drums? Does that mean I should cut them open?"
    Lanius frowned, hovering his dagger above the felt of the drum.

  4. - Top - End - #334
    Bugbear in the Playground
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    Not all great discoveries are uncovered deliberately, mistakes, when they are not deadly or dangerous, may occasionally birth progress.
    Like the one Lanius just made.

    Either from beating the drum too hard, a loose hand on the dagger or simply losing his grip and dropping it, one way or another the object broke.
    A sudden silence filled the room as the constant echoing drumming ended and the girl on the altar vanished.
    For a moment there was a very real possibility that they had destroyed the only key to rescuing her.
    That fear vanished a second later as she materialised on the stone slab before them. Unbound and free.

    The drum apparently some key to a pocket dimension that was either built to look like the room they were standing in or vice-versa. But Now with it damaged that pocket dimension no longer existed.

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    When ready to move on.


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    Despite the door behind you, everyone is mystically drawn to the stairway. As if pulled or sheparded by some unseen intrigue. An unheard call swaying your decision. ((Will Dave DC 17 to ignore and go to the door.))

    The stairwells are short and merge at the bottom in some sort of entry room. 20ft by 20ft
    The once darkness instantly vanishes as you pass over an invisible line. A soft even light being cast from what appears to be the torso of an old warforged propped on a thick pole held steady by a wide heavy wooden base. It sits just beside the entrance. Cobwebs covering much of it痴 decrepit body. One eyes is naught but an empty dark hole in which a DC 12 Perception will reveal signs that the socket is now home to at least one mouse.
    One arm has crude simple repairs from the elbow down giving the warforged fragile pinchers in place of a left hand.

    Beside it sat an ornate shoe rack, length enough for a dozen shoes. Three old pairs remained. Along the corner to your left, behind the warforged torso a clothes rack holds a few old tattered dark robes.
    Meanwhile the right wall holds a trough of running water, silently cascading down a finely crafted stone statuette of a tree above, with four out stretched hands in place of roots that gifts the falling water to the fine basin below.
    A feature clearly designed for people to wash their hands and feet.

    Two cupboards sat on the back wall each perched beside a wooden door of simple design. Security seemingly given up beyond the last magical door. On each cupboard are empty bowls of silverware.

    濡, greee, t,t. T訴ngs the warforged managed to say as it abruptly whirred to life amongst the sudden clicking and grinding of many tiny gears and tightening strings. An odd interrupting shudder to his movements as its torso and head swivel to look upon you. His voice was strained and mechanical. A cloud of stale dust falling from its body with its slight motion.
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    Ogre in the Playground
     
    Planetar

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    "Ups." Lanius looked at the drum that he had inadvertendly destroyed. His dismay vanished when he saw the girl appear.
    "Welcome in the land of the living. Before we talk about anything else: Are you a cruel and twisted abomination intending to instill a false sense of security in the two of us, only to betray, capture, torture and finally perform unspeakable rites to our bodies as a sacrifice to your eldritch master?
    If so, please let me have a good nights sleep beforehand. I'm done with drek like this for the day."

    With a sigh he added: "I'm Lanius, by the way. And that's Aelia. Nice to meet you."

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    Titan in the Playground
     
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    Aelia Smith
    Human Artificer
    AC: 19 HP: 27/28
    PP: 11 PIv: 16 PIs: 11
    Conditions: --
    Concentration: --

    Aelia gives Lanius a look for his out of nowhere and rather too specific questioning. For her part she offers the woman a hand to get to a standing position and says, "Yes, as he said, I'm Aelia Smith. Interesting to meet you."

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    I'm voluntarily having Aelia fail that will save.

    Does Aelia think the warforged can be healed/repaired?


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    Troll in the Playground
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    The woman, suddenly freed without warning, blinked several times in surprise and looked vaguely about the room. The man- Lanius- drew her attention back to the pair, and she giggled at his words. " 'Fraid not. I'm just your ordinary, friendly half-orc, half-something else bard, Kara. Speaking of which, did you say you had my drums?"
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  8. - Top - End - #338
    Ogre in the Playground
     
    Planetar

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    "Had is the operative word here. You were kind of trapped in them, so... well we aktually had to break you out, destroying your drums in the process.
    But we should keep the introductions short - we are still in an incredibly creepy underground temple of a self professed good sect that think nothing of torturing people.
    That said, this staircase looks extremely interesting, let's have a look."


    Lanius said, getting distracted by a strange compulsion to go there.

    Seeing the dilapidated Warforged he said: "Hello there."

    "Who are you and what is all that?"

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    Bugbear in the Playground
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    Without thorough inspection it痴 hard to tell if the warforged can be 蘇ealed. Not knowing its original design or if it still holds any of its base intelligence.
    This could be a mere moving corpse.

    Nonetheless it sure can use some repairs though, many within the skill and spell set of Aelia.


    It takes three attempts for it to line its gaze up with Lanius. Drawn to his question, its movements jerking and jarring.

    W, wh, elcome sirrr . it manages to say although its one eye drifts off over his shoulder.

    aH mm, miss Kara.
    It seems to recognise and becomes frustrated by the flaws in its own speech and slows its words down. The tone slightly dropping as it does.

    波od. to. see. you. a.gain.

    A crunching of crying machine parts and ancient dirt comes from the stand as the warforged is spun around to face the clothes rack. The horrible dry grinding repeats in reverse as he is flung back around to face you now holding an ancient robe. Seemingly unaware of it fraying away and falling to pieces right before your very eyes. The only thing to have truly survived is the gold cord from the neckline with its ornate solid clasp.

    The warforged holds it out between his hand and pincher.

    捻leaae. Un.un.dress. it says to Lanius. Offering the once lavish robes that are now barely rags.
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    Ogre in the Playground
     
    Planetar

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    "Gods, that's hard to stomach. Let me clean that up a bit at least."
    Lanius made a gesture and spoke a word and the remains of the warforged began to clean itself. He repeated the process three times to also include the rags.
    "My armor might not be in good shape, but I think I'll keep it on nonetheless. Thank you very much."


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    Using Prestidigitation to clean the Warforged, so at least it won't grate so much anymore.


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